Fate Wardens - Wuchang

Near Prison Cloud Mountain, especially in the northern Great Wilderness region of the mountain, there have been rumors that if someone contracts a strange illness or encounters evil spirits, causing black patterns to spread across their body and leaving them incurable by medicine, the Black and White Wuchang may come to claim their souls and send the dying on their final journey. In the legends, the White Wuchang approaches with a smile as gentle as a spring breeze. She will lean down beside the dying and ask about their last wishes. Meanwhile, the Black Wuchang stands silently with sword in hand not far away, waiting to accompany them in the final funeral rites. If they encounter someone who has lost their mind to madness, the Black Wuchang will reveal a fierce visage... Of course, this "person driven mad" is naturally someone who has fully transformed into a Visbane, but the rumors don't know the truth and have gradually portrayed the Black Wuchang as a cold-faced grim reaper. "This version is pretty mild. I've heard one where I'm three zhang tall with a green face and fangs, wielding a machete as thick as a waist—that one's way more exciting." Among the many legends of Wujiu, the iron-faced, cold-hearted one who takes lives in the blink of an eye, she mostly migrates according to the seasons to the room in Autumn Rain Palace with the least sunlight. There, she buries herself among piles of pillows and blankets, quietly sewing handmade items or lost in thought. Meanwhile, those meeting Bian for the first time would find her quite close to the image in many folk tales. She always walks with light steps and a full smile, making her approachable. When outsiders arrive, she is the one primarily responsible for negotiations or reception. In public settings, the two are almost always inseparable, with Bian always in front and Wujiu silently following behind her. Thus, many unfamiliar people assume Wujiu has a cold personality. But Bian knows that Wujiu simply doesn't want to waste energy on things she deems unimportant. In private, Bian handles almost all of their daily needs. Without her, Wujiu would probably only maintain a barely livable environment. "These are all trivial matters. What if the world ends tomorrow? There's no need to put in so much effort." Regarding her older sister's words, Bian always smiles gently without comment. While tidying the room, she pulls her sister up, ignoring the furrowed brow, and assigns her some small tasks, watching her slowly start moving. "But the world is still here today, and most likely won't end tomorrow, so go save that wilting flower in your room first. It looks like it's about to meet its end."